Silencing The Secrets
Few things feel better than getting out of formal attire and back into something comfortable. It was amazing how quickly the jeans and
lightweight shirts reappeared as everyone relaxed.
Evening had settled on the Winner estate and yet another party seemed to be getting underway. This one, however, was mainly a reunion
for the extended Winner-family members and Heero had been sufficiently teased by his handsome new husband all day and was now
ready to take action.
"Sorry, Quatre, Trowa, but," Heero yawned, totally unconvincingly, "it's been a long day! I'm tired, so I think I'd best take Duo here and
go to bed."
"What?" Wufei looked amused, "The perfect soldier tired after something as simple as his wedding day? Who could have predicted it?"
Beside him, his own wife chuckled softly.
"Oh yeah," Duo stretched languorously, allowing his navel to flash into then back out of view arousing Heero even further, "bone tired,
me, too. Congrats again Mr. and Mr. Winner, and all that stuff we've heard all day. Time for sleep. C'mon, Heero, you promised I
wouldn't go to bed lonely." He added the last with a suggestive wink that broke a few giggles loose from their friends.
"Right!" That little unsubtle remark was the last straw for Heero so he simply swept Duo up in his arms and they headed off to bed
leaving two people in particular extremely jealous. No, not Sally and Wufei, the other newlyweds, no da!
The party had drug on for some time after Heero and Duo made good on their escape attempt and the waiting was driving Trowa nuts.
He teasingly licked Quatre's earlobe as his new husband tried to quit chuckling over their friend's less than dignified departure when
someone mentioned wondering why they'd called it a night so early. Silly question, really.
"Trowa!" Startled, Quatre looked his tall spouse in the eye then smirked, "Does this mean you want to head off to bed, too?" he
whispered so his sisters wouldn't tease him before the newlyweds could run off.
"Mmm, what do you think, koi?" Trowa's sultry voice sent shivers down Quatre's back.
"I see!" He grinned to himself. "Well, sounds good to me, too. Let's go!" He swept him away in a blur and they soon found themselves
"Mmmm, this is more like it!" Quatre was surprised to find a hot bath awaiting them and happily proceeded to help Trowa get out of his
tuxedo. At the same time, his husband avidly did the same and soon they stood, bare bodies pressed heatedly together.
"Quatre," Trowa moaned rubbing his hands across his new husband's back tenderly. "You are so beautiful, my love."
Quatre grinned then gazed appreciatively at the view before him. "And you, my love, are absolutely stunning!" He reached a firm hand
around Trowa's neck and drew his lips down for a deep, impassioned kiss. A soft sound of desire seemed to rise from both at the same
"Bath?" One word was all Quatre could get out right then, his desire so thoroughly clouded his mind.
"Yes, koi," Trowa smiled indulgently, "bath. Hot and waiting for you, as am I."
Quatre almost attacked him right then and there given such a forward suggestion from his usually quiet lover. Instead, he tried to keep
himself under some semblance of control and stepped into the scented water that swirled and foamed awaiting them. Drawing Trowa
into the bath with him, Quatre sunk down enjoying the play of the streams of water around his tired yet aroused body. Trowa settled
back against his husband, sighing in pleasure.
"Koi?" Trowa spoke softly as Quatre massaged his shoulders easing out the kinks. "Did you enjoy your wedding day?"
"Very much so, love," Quatre sounded puzzled. "Why do you ask?"
"Ah, well, I believe it was the single most wonderful day of my life, that's all." Trowa smiled to himself. "I now have a new name, a new
daughter, and best of all, my true love at my side for the remainder of my life. An amazing set of things to have received in a single day,
don't you think?"
Quatre, moved to tears, simply leaned forward and pulled Trowa's lips to his in a kiss.
Soon the couple found themselves lost in the joy of rediscovering one another's bodies. It was not as if they'd ever forget the routes to
bringing their soul-mate the greatest pleasure, but they both found it immensely satisfying to approach a night as special as this as if they
had never been together in the past. Smiling at the ruse they both enjoyed, Trowa acted as if he was surprised when delicate fingers
firmly clasped his chest, kneading and experimenting with ways to arouse him. A slight moan escaped his throat when his nipples were
brushed repeatedly as if by accident.
"Hmm? You like this?" Quatre teased lovingly.
"Oh, yes, I like that very much!" Trowa bit back another moan but finally gave in under his love's magical fingertips. Easing his body
lower into the water to make reaching around him easier, Trowa's eye's slid half-shut in sheer delight.
Smiling at the effect he had on his taller husband, Quatre resumed his more aggressive lovemaking and trailed one hand deep into the
water to stroke the erection hiding there.
"Ahh!" The sound alone inflamed the Arabian to pursue the matter more thoroughly. Soon he was stroking his love firmly, the warm
water and the steady rhythm overwhelming him quickly. Tensing up, Trowa tried to get him to stop, but a sly laugh left Quatre's lips as he
pinned his arms in place around him and stroked even more firmly bringing Trowa to a mind-numbing climax.
"Quatre!" He cried out as he added his own warmth to the bath and then slid further into the happy exhaustion he had felt earlier.
His partner, however, knew this was only act one, and suggested a change of scenery. "Come, koi, I believe we've enjoyed the bath
long enough. What I want now would be more enjoyable on the bed, I believe."
Hearing this, the other youth tried to pull himself out of his pleasant lassitude, but failed. Smirking, Quatre stood up and with one firm pull
brought his lover up to his feet. "Arigato, koibito," Trowa smiled, kissing him firmly.
Drying off with over-sized towels, the pair went into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Both of them laughed at how weak they
felt from the day's events, but a wry comment seemed to re-energize both of them. "So, Trowa, do you still think I remind you of a pirate
Smirking warily, Trowa responded, "Yes, my love. A corporate pirate, but a pirate nonetheless. Why do you ask?"
"Well," Quatre's aquamarine eye glinted wickedly, "I believe that tonight I have found the ultimate treasure and I intend to plunder it
"Oh, definitely! And it just might take me all night to do so!" Quatre chuckled at the dismayed look in his lover's emerald eyes. "But then
again, perhaps once may be enough. Let's find out."
Saying nothing more, Quatre leaned down taking Trowa's lips into his own and began to plunder the sweet mouth beneath him as fully as
he had ever done. Barely stopping for an occasional breath, the self-proclaimed pirate reawakened the smoldering desire of the man he
held so tightly. Trailing soft fingers down Trowa's broad chest, Quatre finally reached past the growing erection to brush lightly and
suggestively over the soft flesh of inner thighs which parted for him at the barest of nudges.
Feeling his partner submit to his every whim, Quatre smiled happily and pulled a tiny flask of musk-scented oil from its hiding place
beneath his pillow.
Holding the flask carefully, he removed the stopper and poured a generous amount over his fingers, the scent alone wringing a moan of
anticipation from his lover. Finding his own arousal neglected, he gently guided one of Trowa's hands between his own legs, encouraging
him to attend to it should he wish to. Of course he wished to do so very much, and as he was starting to enjoy the feel of his love's flesh
in his hand he suddenly felt a pair of fingers slide directly past his entrance, pressing firmly and insistently into his body. A gasp of
surprised painful pleasure escaped his lips which were once more taken firmly. Allowing no complaints, the "pirate" did indeed plunder
his treasure almost mercilessly.
As Trowa, writhing, had barely become accustomed to two fingers inside him, a third thrust in without warning. Yet another small cry of
pleasure combined with a touch of pain tried to escape, but his lips were firmly trapped by the man now controlling his every breath.
Trying not to tremble under the onslaught, he forgot what he had been doing with his hand until thrusting hips reminded him. Resuming his
ministrations, Trowa was distracted enough that he barely detected that the fingers within him were questing for something until it was too
late. Contact was made rather forcefully with the small, delicious point deep within him which caused him to arch off the bed and moan
loudly in excitement.
Taking advantage of this change, his partner became even more aggressive, stroking that spot within him over and over until he nearly
Feeling the familiar tension building, Quatre quickly removed his fingers, hearing a soft sound of disappointment. Smiling into the green
eyes he loved so much, he handed Trowa the flask of oil. Knowing this meant they were near the ultimate union they both desired so
badly, Trowa eagerly began to oil his lover's throbbing erection nearly bringing him to climax, but stopping before it was too late.
Setting the flask aside, Trowa turned the tables on his love as he suddenly reached over and pulled him forcefully between his legs.
Helpless to stop him, and not wishing to do so anyway, Quatre allowed Trowa to pull his shaft deep into the willing heat awaiting it.
Almost a passenger at this point, Quatre marveled at his love's strength and beauty as the man beneath him drew him almost out and then
brought him back in harder and deeper with stroke after stroke.
They were climbing rapidly to the limit as they began to work together, bringing themselves together in powerful thrusts each gasping for
breath. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Quatre tried to reach between their now sweat covered bodies in search of his lover's
erection, but they were slamming together too quickly and they were pressed together too tightly.
"Trowa," he moaned, desperate to bring his lover to completion before himself.
His lover, however, had other ideas. Slowing only for a moment, he quickly smeared a bit of oil onto his husband's hand and separated
briefly giving Quatre only a moment to reach his target. The oil-slicked fingers strove towards their destination but were not quick
With a shout, Quatre plummeted over the edge of nirvana and pumped his lover full of his hot, silken passion.
Trowa, thrilled at hearing his own name wrung from the lips he loved, joined him and pulsed his own seed between them sealing the
lovers together from chest to thighs. Unable to support his own weight any longer, Quatre fell forward to rest comfortably ensconced on
As their breathing slowed, the couple looked longingly into each other's eyes.
"I love you, Mr. Winner," Trowa spoke softly into the delicate ear pressed against his chest.
Quatre could barely lift his head as sated with pleasure as he was, "And I love you, Mr. Winner!" He kissed his love one last time before
he fell into a deep and contented sleep.
Trowa remained awake a few minutes longer however, spending final moments simply listening to his new husband's gentle breathing
while lost in sleep.
//He's so beautiful.// He thought happily. //Yet strong and resourceful. Quatre carried all of us through these last months, yet is as happy
as always, perhaps happier for having survived them. He doesn't seem to care about his loss of vision or even that he is not out of danger
of total blindness. Life, to him, is sweet; he takes everything it has to offer and then offers even more in return to those he loves. I know
that I am not worthy of his love, yet he makes me feel that to question it would be unthinkable. None has ever loved better than he does
and if he chooses to share that love with me, I shall live out my life in joy.//
Falling finally into slumber, Trowa reached out unknowingly to pull his love closer to him, a smile on his face. They were indeed the
opposite sides of the same coin, and while one did not see what the other could, it didn't matter.
They were together as they should be and that was all that mattered, then or ever.